Blogger + First Post = Completely Random Remarks (CRR)

Aloha, amigos y amigas.

Pardon you if you can't speak Spanish. But I'm sure everyone knows what THAT means. To celebrate the last day of school, I started a new blog. I can't remember what my other one was called, but it was pretty lame. So excuse it if you ever DO find it. He he.

Today was VERY exciting (as most last days are). We had this really weird Field Day thing for my team in the school. My friend Claire and I are in the same first hour, so we were Team Yoshilynn (I did NOT choose the name! But gay right?). It WAS going to be a really gay, Hawaiian name called Pokeli (pronounced Poe-Kee-Lay). I didn't play any games, cause I'm too shy for that. But I also didn't feel like embarassing myself in front of all those people if I fell down in one of the five-legged races.

I also succeeded in being THE BEST friend ever. My friend, Jonathan, did practically every game, being the wacko he is (but I love that wacko... LMAO!) and ALMOST succeeded in each. It was pretty funny. My other friend Toni and I cheered him on in like, ALL the games. It was really fun. And I very... embarassingly discovered my fantastical fear for kites. Wow, it was pretty awesome actually. I didn't know I could be scared of kites...

You know what was REALLY funny? When I was wearing Jonathan's jacket-I get cold easily, and Claire refused to share- (which is totally hardcore by the way, its INVADER ZIM. How cool do you get? I mean, Hot Topic is "da bomb"), everyone said: "why are you wearing Jonathan's jacket?" then realization would dawn upon them (or what they THOUGHT was the solution) and they would gasp: "You two are going out?!" and, being the complete lame-o's they are, I would just stare at them for a long time. And then they would realize that we actually aren't.

Then, when I went to my sixth hour, we watched the Little Rascals (random, right? Just like this blog...) and I didn't understand any of it. Claire and I passed notes most of the time.

Enough of the mushies. Then, I went to seventh hour, where the teacher absolutely IDOLIZES me. It's pretty funny, my word is LITERALLY his command. What I say is written down and becomes his BIBLE. My teacher just hangs onto every word I say. So we were racing the dragsters we had made (its scary, how fast they go), and I was the recorder, Justine and Caitlin were the starters, Cody and Nick were finishers and Alex was the announcer. So I was working with Alex in the back of the room, where he would announce each winner of each race into a microphone. He handed the microphone to me, and I didn't know it was on, so I picked it up, and (okay, this guy I used to like, Austin, is in this class) and said into it: "Austin sucks." it was pretty funny. And then he ended up beating me in the races. I'll never hear the end of it.

Thats about it. Now I am at the library, as talented as I am, celebrating the last day of school.